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VARATOUS (latin for truth)
If I cannot be the me that is me,
The flying equalacorn born to be free.
Then why did you tell me that you love the real me.
If I cannot be the whisper in the wind,
The silent thunderstorm, the circle within.
Then why control and make me fit in.
If I cannot love with the passion from my soul within,
The part of me that writes my emotions with the stroke of a pen.
Then why did I open my heart at all?
If I cannot have my spirit, my freedom back,
The times when my life feels like it’s under attack.
Then why did you allow me the opportunity to love you?
If I cannot be the person I am.
The mother, the writer, the sister, the friend.
Then leave me alone, let me be…
The lover, the writer, the friend, the me.
